“That navvy?”
“It was no navvy. It was Mr. Rayner.”
“Laurence!” said I incredulously.
“I tell you it was—I swear it! What was he doing, skulking about in that get-up? He came down by this train. He must have overheard what we were saying. Now mark what I say, Violet—I shall not see you again.”
“But, Laurence, how could he prevent it? You will come to the house and ask for me—”
“Listen, Violet,” he interrupted. “If you do not see me to-morrow night before seven o’clock, be at your ‘nest’ without fail at half-past.”
“Very well, I will, Laurence—I will. I promise.”
But nothing would reassure him.
“I tell you it will be of no use, my darling—of no use. We must say good-by to-night, for I shall not see you again.”